Patience (Narrative Essay)

I was kidnapped. The men stole me from the toy section in Wal-Mart. Said they’d buy me a Barbie. They just had to find my mother, is all, so she could give them permission. I told them she’s shopping and that I know exactly where she is. When I realized they weren’t wanting to go in that direction, I got scared and tried to run. But they were strong. They gripped me a pulled me and told me they’d kill my mom if I screamed. Their grips on my wrists tightened as

When receding into the memories of childhood, many think of the famous Disney movies that have captured audience’s imaginations for decades. Many of these films contain deeper hidden meanings in an attempt to teach young viewers a life lesson. These life lessons can be compared to pieces of literature such as the short story, “Watching and Waiting”. Examples such as The Little Mermaid, Monsters Inc, Lilo and Stitch contain the messages of not taking things for granted, jumping to conclusions, and family is not defined by blood, but by love.

Patience is a virtue and a necessity for happiness, it makes us better people. And enables us to accept any circumstances, it also helps us to tolerate delay. Without patience we all

I don’t quite know how to explain what happened next. It was like being in a sensory deprivation tank, but I could feel—no that's not right—I could sense something different was moving toward me.

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

I landed hard on the asphalt, I probably bruised my ass, as if I didn’t have enough from Yaqui beating me up. I stood up. Where was I? Was I still asleep? I pinched myself, no I was definitely awake. I looked around, I was in a parking lot. There was nobody around, wait! There were some people I ran over hoping that they knew where the heck I was. I stopped short these were boys about my age maybe a bit older and they looked like they were in a fight. The fight seemed unfair because it was four against two, I wanted to help, but I didn’t know what I could do. I watched as one of the older boys pushed one of the two not as well dressed boy’s head into a fountain. He was drowning him! His buddies were laughing. “Ponyboy!” The other boy who I

One afternoon, right after the final bell of the day had rung, I was at my locker, packing up my things quickly to make the bus on time. As I swung my backpack onto my shoulder, it collided with someone who I didn’t realize was standing directly behind me. I barely had enough time to register what had just happened before one of my friends yelled “Ouch! F* you Emma!” I was so surprised that someone could have said something so mean to me that I ran out of school and onto the bus. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I leaned against the window, trying to process my feelings on what the person I thought was my friend had said to me. Almost immediately I concluded that my friend must now hate me and that I shouldn’t hang out with him any more because he’d yell at me.

Patience: Patience should be dynamic. In other words, constant. It’s not an on & off button. When we’re talking patience, we’re talking waiting & giving time for something. You must give a good attitude while waiting. Everything is difficult before it’s easy. The patience is worth it. “Patience is bitter, but it’s fruit is

I reached in my pocket for my pen so I could sketch some flowers. I pulled out a few dollars bills, and I remembered my mother gave me money so I could buy some milk for her. I turned around and went to the grocery. I went into the milk section, grabbed a jug, and headed to the checkout. The man in front of me in the line was staring at me. He looked at me like I was a vicious beast. I began to feel uncomfortable. The teenage brothers behind me were rough housing and when one threw a punch, they knocked me with their elbow. I couldn’t keep my balance. I went diving towards the ground, and I hit the man in the back with my nose. He fell to the ground, holding both his arms like he broke them. I got up and tried to help him up. He was backing up in fear saying, “Monster, you monster.” Everyone began to stare and back away from me, even the brothers. It was completely silent. I could hear my breathing. I heard one of the employees whisper to someone, “Call 911.” Then I bolted out the front door. I ran as fast as my little feet could go. In the corner of my eye I could see people behind me. They were catching up to me. At this point, I knew I couldn’t run any longer. I started to stumble and then, I felt a hand hook my shell. I went flying back. After that, the moment was surreal. I knew my mom was going to kill me, if the police don’t first. I don’t even remember much of it

“Good Morning Ms.Brown” Officer Nick yelled at me as I strolled through the large doors at Simon Gratz High School. Walking through those big red doors every day felt great, I felt even better seeing my friends in first period. We all had gym together and health. The class was 90 minutes long but what better way to spend those 90 minutes running around jumping rope and playing tag. I headed to the locker room on the lower level of the school where I ran into to one of the girls that a friend of mine had beef with the day before. She stared at me but in the back of my mind I’m thinking to myself this bitch don’t want it with me. I continue on to the bathroom to change my clothes and get ready for class. As I’m walking to towards the gym I overhear a group of girls talking about me. So I decided to dip of into the lockers to get a

Within seconds I had a decision to make. My heart was pounding, my conscious started to kick in, should I act or should I blend in? Everyone was laughing, it just didn’t feel right. It was like any other day at Tippin Elementary School, roaming the halls I stopped by this boy named Tommy. From a glance, he seemed timid, shy, and a bit nerdy but he was the kindest person you’d ever meet. On the opposite side of hallway walked the jocks or so-called “cool kids.” No one dared to speak up against them, it was as they were wanting everyone to fear them. All of a sudden the toughest of the group slowly walked up to where we were sitting, opened up his water bottle, and poured it all over Tommy. He slurred racist and inappropriate comments, kids all around me began to burst out into laughter.

I messaged you on Christmas on Skype, sorry if you didn’t get it. If you meant a call, I just don't have the strength to do that right now. When I hear your voice,I just become weak. Look, our arguments and disagreements have gotten me to a state where I don’t feel sane anymore. I thought I explained that but I’ll go to deeper details. I can’t sleep anymore without taking a sleep aid, I break down crying randomly throughout the day, and I’ve been very close to harming myself. I haven’t bleed, but I have bruised myself. I can’t handle stand your “I won’t grow” mindset. I have given up on you coming over, I get it that could never happen right now. You made me believe it could for a year now. It not just that, it everything Jerson. I want

On my way to my high school graduation at Eastern Randolph High School, I had a mixture of emotions, but then I remembered that I had forgotten the most important item for the day, like forgetting to study for a test that counts fifty percent of a grade. My graduation cap and tassel were left in the bag that I bought them in. I called my mom immediately, hoping she could still bring them to me on time. She would not pick up the phone. I had to let someone know I had a major problem. Thankfully, there were extra caps and tassels but in exchange of borrowing one, I had to leave my phone which made me experience the same feeling I have when I have to leave my little brother with his babysitter and see him cry.

What is perseverance? Perseverance is the ability to go on when things seem hopeless. It is also a measure of success, or at least how much sacrifice one is willing to make in the name of success. As students, it is impossible to achieve personal success without having a goal, or direction. The goal and direction that often propels us to achieve is perseverance. Perseverance is the ability to forge ahead despite setbacks that threaten to undermine all efforts to succeed.

Chants of, “FIGHT!FIGHT!FIGHT!” circle around me, until it just becomes another noise like a light buzzing. Then this angry boy starts to punch me. The first punch isn’t hard but alerting. I hate fighting, so I don’t do anything. He finally kicks me so hard that I go through the door, opening it. It feels like my spine just cracked in 36 different areas. I’m laying on the floor, the boy follows me out the door along with more boys chanting in “FIGHT!FIGHT!FIGHT!” Everything now just sounds like ringing. The angry boy sits on top of me. He starts punching me in the face. I just take it... Then I look to my left and see someone not chanting, just staring at me. I stare back. I look away, accepting what is happening to me. Then the angry boy moves from my chest. I see the boy who I made eye contact with, is now yelling at the angry boy. I can’t hear what they are saying, but it looks heated. Then out of nowhere, the one I made eye contact punched the angry boy in the face. He fell to the ground, I think